#Muse: Marie Louise Lafayette

[lafayettenossie]

WOD / VTM - V5 / The Call of Cthulhu - Trail of Cthulhu RP account.

3 main Universes:

- 1920s New England-based lovecraftian private detective Jacques Francis Lafayette;

- 2020s-2040s New Orleans Anarch Nosferatu private detective / Camarilla Sheriff of NOLA's Court Francis Louis Lafayette;

- 2020s-2040s Alternative Universe character Hecata (Samedi) NOPD Homicide Detective Marie Louise Lafayette.

His biography (from 1888 until 2020s)

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OCs related:

Diana Selene;

Josephine "Joey Laveau" Archer;

Nimué;

[lafayettenossie]

It feels like home...

Historic Lafayette Cemetery in New Orleans.

[youngmystic]

small info dump for kaela whilst i have to work on all her stuff ♡

mikaela was born in the tiny acadiana town of broussard , lousiana to a loving mother & father , robert & marie reid . mikaela was also 22 when she was taken by the entity .

mikaela speaks fluent french , with a slight southern accent to it-- though its more heavily french for the most part . if you get her talking to you , it won't take long for your muse to either a ) . recognize her accent or b ). ask her about it .

be prepared if you do ask about it , bc she will proceed to talk your ear off about her home , traditions , culture , family , ect . she kinda gushes ♡♡♡

also side note , she might start to cry just a wee bit if she talks to much about her dad-- she misses him like crazy . they were extremely close when she was growing up .

before she was taken , mikaela was living in lafayette in a small apartment above her favorite café ( also the one she first started doing readings at once she moved . )

mikaela has a HUGE soft spot for cats , & a tendency to take in strays or foster other cats/kittens . she has her own three cats , james , swirls , & louise .

mikaela's parents divorced when she was 8 , but still maintained a healthy & friendly relationship throughout her childhood . her father had her throughout the week , whilst her mother kept her on weekends-- the two deciding to share her on holidays as best they could until her father passed away , then she began living with her mother until moving to lafayette at age 19 when her mother passed away as well . she stayed with her aunt & uncle until she managed to get the apartment as well .

[antigonick]

French women write classics, too.

Astonishing I know, but I feel like my pals Hugo, Flaubert, and Baudelaire take all the credit around here; and if you’re in the mood for some feminine gallicisms, here’s a list of women writers and a few of my to-be-read, or favourite works:

FICTION & NON FICTION Marguerite Duras : Hiroshima Mon Amour; The Lover from Northern China; The Ravishing of Lol Stein Colette : Chéri; Ripening Seed; Gigi Marguerite Yourcenar : The Memoirs of Hadrian; Coup de Grace Simone de Beauvoir : She Came to Stay; The Second Sex Hélène Cixous : The Laugh of the Medusa; The Awakening of the Erynies; The Name of Oedipus Andrée Chedid : The Message George Sand : Pauline; Fanchon the Cricket Nathalie Sarraute : The Planetarium; The Golden Fruits Françoise Sagan : Bonjour Tristesse Madame de Lafayette : The Princess of Cleves Maryse Condé : Tituba, Black Witch of Salem Anaïs Nin : Delta of Venus; Henry and June; Journals of Love Elsa Triolet : The White Horse

POETRY Marguerite Yourcenar : Fires; The Crown and The Lyre Renée Vivien : Sappho; A Crown of Violets Anna de Noailles : The Living and The Dead; Eblouissements Marie de France : Breton Lais Louise Labé : Works Rosemonde Gérard : The French Muses; The Rainbow Catherine de Pizan : The Book of the City of Ladies

[addingmycolours]

About The Muse

About the Muse:

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 10 other people to do the same! TAGGED BY: @bentallmxdge

NAME: Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette AGE: 19 + (depends on verse) SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Bisexual PROFESSION: Marquis, Soldier.

{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Mid. Tall and broad-shouldered but not over muscled  EYES:  Brown SKIN: White HEIGHT: 6′1 WEIGHT: 160lbs / 11.4 St

{ FAMILY }

TURN Verse: Michel du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette (Father, deceased) ,  Marie Louise Jolie de la Rivière (Mother, deceased), Michel du Motier (Brother, deceased), Alice Devereux (Wife, ...), Benjamin Tallmadge (Lover, thread dependent), Lucien Devereux (Occasional lover/ Brother-in-law)

ANY PETS?

Verse Dependent - @ofdunrobin Yes they can get a cat

{ SKILLS }

COMBAT: 9/10   SPEED: 6/10 STAMINA: 5/10 INTELLIGENCE: 9/10 TEAMWORK: 8/10

{ LIKES }

COLOURS: Blue, red, white, 

SMELLS: pine, smoke, smoke from cannon fire.

FOOD: Anything meat FRUITS: grapes, apples DRINKS: tea, whiskey, wine ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Literally everything FAVORITES: Horse riding, reading, studying, drinking, debating, painting, writing

{ OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES? yes [  ] || no [  ] || occasionally [ x ] DRUGS?: yes [  ] || no [  ] || occasionally [ x ] DRIVER: yes [  ] || no [ x ]  || occasionally [  ]  

[loyalservants]

Muses

Lafayette

Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquise de Lafayette, in the United States, often known simply as Lafayette or Marie, was a French aristocrat and military officer who fought in the American Revolutionary War.

She was a good friend of Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington and Benjamin Franklin. Wife of Adrien(ne) Françoise de Noailles, mother of Georges Washington de Lafayette Noailles, Anastasie Louise Pauline du Motier de Lafayette Noailles, Marie Antoinette Virginie Motier de Lafayette Noailles and Henriette du Motier de Lafayette Noailles.

Sauron

Sauron was a fallen Maia, the creator of the One Ring, and the most trusted lieutenant of his master Melkor (Morgoth, the first Dark Lord). After Melkor's defeat in the First Age, Sauron became the second Dark Lord and strove to conquer Arda by creating the Rings of Power. In the Second Age, he was defeated in the War of the Last Alliance by the last line of defense: Elves and Men under kings Gil-galad and Elendil.

Heather Chandler

Heather Chandler is the manipulative tyrant of the Heathers clique and ruled Westerburg High with an iron fist. She claimed that being the leader of the Heathers is what she would want if she wasn’t already the leader. She claimed to be worshipped at Westerburg High with the entire student body wanting her for either a “friend or a fuck.” Heather Chandler’s color is red, symbolizing her power over, not only the Heathers, but all of Westerburg High.

Jim Moriarty

James “Jim” Moriarty was the world’s only “consulting criminal”; a stark contrast to his nemesis’, Sherlock Holmes’, similarly unrivalled “consulting detective” occupation. Jim Moriarty was a sadistic and psychopathic individual. He exhibited the following traits: extreme intelligence, grandiosity, incapacity for remorse, arrogance, and an unhealthy degree of self-confidence. He also displayed highly Machiavellian traits.

Lady Macbeth

She is Macbeth’s wife, a deeply ambitious woman who lusts for power and position. Early in the play she seems to be the stronger and more ruthless of the two, as she urges her husband to kill Duncan and seize the crown. After the bloodshed begins, however, Lady Macbeth falls victim to guilt and madness to an even greater degree than her husband. Her conscience affects her to such an extent that she eventually commits suicide. At the beginning of the play, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth apparently feel quite passionately for one another, and Lady Macbeth exploits her sexual hold over Macbeth as a means to persuade him to commit murder. However, their shared alienation from the world, occasioned by their partnership in crime, does not bring them closer together, but instead seems to numb their feelings for one another.

[lafayettenossie]

Previously...

Mid-August 2024. Ballroom. Bourbon Orleans Hotel. New Orleans (LA).

Me and my Childe, Coroner's Assistant Josephine 'Joey Laveau' Archer stood in front of the two people we would have least wanted to meet that night at the Hecata Council meeting place in NOLA.

-"Wow... how long has it been since we've been treated to your kindness and jovial presence, Marie Louise!"- The tone of sarcasm in Robert Milliner's voice was more than evident.

Robert Milliner, banker and mobster. Hecata Clan.

-"You know, work has me absorbed! So many crimes and deaths in the city..."- I didn't mean to be condescending, it was clear that neither of us could stand the other.

-"And you come with your Childe! It must be something important to discuss... Go ahead, you've got me on tenterhooks!"- he said while exaggerating his pose as if he were listening to my next words.

-"I was looking for someone else from the Council... Caleb won't be around, will he?"- I asked him, already knowing his answer.

The man faked a laugh. -"Our beloved leader? Caleb the Cappadocian? No, he's not around..."- And he made an exaggerated gesture with his hands pointing around him. As he did so, I caught a glimpse of the hilt of the weapon he carried in a holster: a Colt Python revolver with a 6" barrel and .357 Magnum caliber. A very powerful weapon, and surely loaded with some kind of ammunition harmful to Cainites...

.357 Magnum, 6" barrel, Colt Python revolver.

Joey snorted under her breath, she couldn't stand people like Milliner. She realized that this wasn't the time for her sarcastic comments by the way I looked at her sideways.

-"But is he still in town or is he traveling with your Sire Miriam?"- I asked the pale red-haired woman with tattoos and scarifications on her arms, legs and torso.

-"The High Priestess of the Bahari cult is in town. So the leader of the Hecata clan in Louisiana must be too..." - the young redhead woman spoke with an emotionless voice, almost as if another being used her lips to communicate through her. It was chilling!

-"Wow, thanks for the information... New bodyguard, Robert? What happened to Esther? She's had enough of your insidious personality and your misogyny?" The red-haired girl wasn't the first Lamia who had been assigned to the protection of the banker from Boston, Massachusetts, since he arrived in the Crescent City at the beginning of 2022. He wasn't loved, but the 'Anziani' considered him important enough to keep his skin intact.

-"Esther has been returned to her previous position in Baton Rouge, as protector of the city's Seneschal, Mrs. Constanza di Palermo..."- That would certainly have bothered Milliner, losing his protector because she returned to protect a Harbinger of Ashur... Caleb would surely not have been happy either, given his past with these former beings.

-"Well, she has certainly won out..."- Joey said with a shrug.

Joey's comment didn't please Robert. Not in the least. That guy was very dangerous, and grudgeful. That ran in his family! -"I think your Childe should speak only if she is being spoken to directly..."-

I waved my hand and Joey gave up on arguing with him. -"Okay... So, can you tell me where I could meet Caleb, please?"- and I looked especially at the red-haired Lamia.

Robert held his tongue and nodded to his bodyguard. -"Caleb is in his haven. He didn't say he was going out anywhere tonight."- She said seriously.

Jessie Malone. Lamia bodyguard.

-"Thank you, Jessie, right? That's your given name..."- I knew her name was Malone, that she was the most recent Childe Embraced by Miriam, the High Priestess of the Bahari cult, Caleb's personal bodyguard, and little else... Although there were rumors about her being as lethal as she was cold and cruel. As if there was someone else inside her, someone old and powerful. I saw the subtle postmortem scars on her cleavage, hidden by tattoos and scarifications. What torment had they subjected that girl to?

-"Indeed. That's my name. Jessie Malone."- And her green-brown eyes suddenly changed. For an instant they were completely black, without a trace of the white of the sclera.

What the hell did that mean?

To be continued...

[lafayettenossie]

Previously...

Mid-August, 2024. Night. Coroner's Assistant Office. NOLA. LA.

-"We need to ask some questions..."- I said to my Childe as I carefully put my late twin brother's old revolver into my bag.

-"Ok, boss. My car or yours? Or do you prefer to walk?"- Joey said to me as she stood up and prepared her street clothes.

-"Let's go see the Council. I want to know if that bastard dared to do this..."- I said with poorly concealed anger in my gaze. My green eyes sparkled dramatically.

Joey"Laveau" Archer in civil guise.

-"The Council? Fuck..."- Joey hated politicking between bloodsuckers, and there were quite a few squabbles between the Hecata.

Without saying anything else, I left the office. I waited for her in the parking lot, next to the black van that she normally used to collect corpses.

A ride to see the Council.

Within a few minutes we were on our way to our destination: the Bourbon Orleans Hotel.

There was little traffic. We didn't talk about anything in particular, the music on the radio distracted us during the short drive to our destination.

We left the van right at the entrance of the hotel, on Orleans Street, in the heart of the French Quarter. One of the hotel's doormen took the vehicle away to park it under the attentive care of the hotel staff.

The Bourbon Orleans Hotel.

Before we entered, we saw an imposing woman with dark skin, black hair and a regal 6'1" tall come out. She was one of the Lamiae, the bloodline that protected the Elders of the Hecata clan. This particular one was Maria, Miriam's Childe. I didn't stop to greet her, I didn't know what she would be doing there, she was supposed to be stationed in a small coastal town in North Carolina called Grimfield, as a bodyguard for the local Hecata leader... I noticed my Childe's eyes of wonder and desire towards her.

Maria the Lamia, bodyguard.

-"Not a good idea, Maria could tear you apart with one hand... or her thighs!"- I whispered Joey in her ear.

"You have to die of something, right?"- Joey said as I pushed her inside the hotel. At that late hour of the night it seemed calm.

The hotel staff recognized me. One of them made a gesture indicating that at least one member of the Council was upstairs. It would be enough for me if it was the right one!

We climbed the stairs to the hotel up floor. The hotel had a reputation for being one of the most haunted in the city, and for the Hecata Clan it was a good place for our arts because of the thinness of the Shroud inside. For that reason it was purchased in 2022 by the clan...

I opened the double doors of the ballroom without knocking, one of the areas with the most permeable Shroud in the entire building. Those I found there were not exactly who I wanted to see.

The Ballroom, a haunted place... and the Hecata Council place to gather.

"Good evening, Mr. Milliner. Jessie..." I said to the suited man and the red-haired woman at his side.

To be continued...

[lafayettenossie]

Previously...

Mid-August, 2024. Night. Deputy Coroner's Office. NOLA. LA.

My Childe handed me a bag of blood from the refrigerator she kept in her small office attached to the morgue at the Institute of Forensic Medicine and Toxicology.

-"Here, I know you're not crazy about it but this way you can heal that ugly bump…"- she said, pointing to the small trail of dried blood at the base of my skull, where the reanimated corpse had hit me by surprise.

I accepted it and began to drink from it, using my fangs to open a couple of holes and begin to suck the tasteless and cold blood from inside.

-"Why didn't you use the revolver? The one you always carry in your purse… You had it in your hand when that thing attacked you!"- Joey asked me with his usual perceptiveness. The damn woman was very perceptive! Had she mistaken her vocation and should have stayed in contact with the living instead of the dead?

-"Because it wasn't loaded… that's why I didn't use it. Besides, it's quite old, it's almost a collector's item…"- I answered her while checking if the revolver was in perfect condition inside my bag.

Jacques' revolver.

Joey clicked her tongue. She knew when I was avoiding a topic of conversation. -"Let's see, Malu…"- she started to tell me.

-"NEVER CALL ME THAT!"- I cut her off, raising my voice and momentarily losing control over my appearance. She was already used to seeing me as the rotting corpse that I really was thanks to the curse that we, the Samedi bloodline, had to suffer, despite the fact that lately we could pass for mortal beings more easily thanks to being part of the Hecata clan. -"I don't like it…"- I said, calmer now, realizing that I had gone a bit too far with my answer.

-"Ok, sorry, boss…"- she continued after taking a sip of her blood bag. -"That revolver is a 'fetter', isn't it?"

My face at that moment must have been a poem. I knew it! -"Yes, indeed. It is…"-

-"Someone important to you? A relative? An old friend from school? An ex?"- She was trying to get me to tell her something about my past and my personal life, how daring she was! Maybe that's why I Embraced her…

-"My twin brother. Jacques. it was his. It was a gift from our father when he joined the city's police force in the second half of the 1910s…"- I said, showing her an old picture of him, without really knowing why.

A photo of Jacques Francis Lafayette, taken before his death in 1935...

-"Oh. Wow… That's very personal, no doubt. I understand that it's one of his 'fetters'. It would certainly have saved his life on some occasion, wouldn't it?"- she asked me trying not to get angry.

-"Yes… It was his favorite weapon. He had it on him when… when… when I killed him…"- I said while making a superhuman effort not to let bloody tears fall from my green eyes, the same ones he had in life.

-"Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…"- Now Joey looked worried and embarrassed.

Joey "Laveau" Archer, worried about her Sire.

I shook my head. -"He asked me to. I couldn't leave him there like that… He would never have survived. He wasn't as strong as me or our older brother or our damn father. He was like Mother… I killed my twin brother in a Louisiana swamp in 1935, after first piercing his chest with a piece of wood to paralyze him and shooting him in the head with six .45 bullets. He had been Embraced by a cult of Nosferatu voodoo witches who fed a Torporish Elder under the swamp waters with the vitae of members of their cult. I burned the whole place down before leaving with the gun I killed him with for good…"- Finally a bloody tear fell from my right eye. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand.

-"It must have been hard…"- she said as she grabbed my left hand, squeezing it with her own. Her dark caramel-colored fingers felt like insects on my skin at that moment.

-"Yes… but I asked Mamam Brigitte for a favor…"- I added, staring into her dark eyes.

-"Oh, by Bondye, what did you ask her for?!"- From the look of horror on her face, I think she was imagining it.

-"Him. Jacques. Out of the Shadowlands and forever with me, by my side…"- And I showed her the firearm. -"He's in here. Forever."- I wasn't going to let anyone hurt him in there or use him as a tool.

Marie Louise Lafayette did a horrible asking to Mamam Brigitte...

He was the only person I had ever truly loved…

To be continued...

[lafayettenossie]

Previously...

Mid-August, 2024. Night. Toxicology and Forensic Medicine Office. New Orleans, Louisiana.

I pushed the damn button on the personnel entrance door. At this hour only the night shift would be around. Almost five minutes later someone deigned to open the fucking door for me.

I smiled sarcastically at the security camera as I walked in. The security guard at the entrance bid me goodnight and I simply showed him my badge and signed the visitor's log.

I walked down the stairs to the morgue. I walked in as if it were my home, in a way it was, and headed to one of the autopsy tables. There stood Joey "Laveau" Archer, my contact with the local Forensic Department and also my Childe.

Josephine "Joey Laveau" Archer, 8th Generation Samedi bloodline, Hecata clan. My Childe...

-"Boss, I didn't expect to see you here so soon..."- Sarcasm was a regular thing for her. Perhaps what I tolerated the most about our professional relationship.

-"Anything new here? You have new tenants, right?"- I answered while looking at the body of that guy on the table, about to be dissected.

-"As usual... the night isn't being too busy..."- she answered with a smile.

I noticed the subtle buzzing in my bag. I opened it and grabbed my twin brother's old revolver. He was warning me about something... It was all too fast! I fell against the autopsy table, on top of the corpse, after his blow on me!

Colt M1917 .45 calibre revolver, Jacques's old fire weapon...

A huge man, sullen and with a lost look was standing in front of Joey. Both she and I saw it clearly as soon as we laid eyes on him: he was a reanimated corpse!

I tried to take out my service pistol but I didn't know if that would work against him.

My Childe was faster, perhaps too much. -"Dust to dust... asshole!" At her touch, the walking corpse began to disintegrate in front of her, reducing itself to a pile of ashes and dust.

Joey using her Oblivion powers to destroy the reanimated corpse...

If my suspicions were correct, we were in trouble, the whole damn city in fact...

To be continued...

[lafayettenossie]

Previously...

Mid August, 2024. French Quarter. New Orleans (Louisiana)

Detectives Lafayette and Loup sharing their time...

I felt her partner's dry lips against mine. After a few moments we separated, I ran my sharp thumbnail over my own left wrist, opening a deep wound from which almost instantly my Vitae flowed. The blonde woman's trembling lips rested on the crimson fountain and she began to drink, her craving was evident. There was nothing else for her now. I was the center of her sad and useless existence.

This is my blood...

-"Come on... slowly... savor it, Britney. This is not that alcoholic rat poison that you put in your body every time you remember your shitty life, without being able to see your son, or live with someone who truly loves you and not just for your increasingly deteriorating physique. This is the blood of the Covenant, new and eternal, that will be shed for you..."- I was raised Catholic, like many of my fellow New Orleans neighbors, but decades ago I turned my back on the Mother Church of Rome. I followed the teachings and creed of voodoo, since I was a teenager... and now being a Samedi Kindred of the Hecata clan, even more so.

Britney Loup stopped drinking, she was still anxious, almost in withdrawal. She had drunk my blood several nights within the last month... the Bloodbond was already formed and strengthened. Now she would do what her regent, me, will tell her.

-"What... what... do you want me to... do?"- Her voice was almost a monotonous whisper.

-"Nothing. I don't need you for that... yet. Keep working the night shift, like you have been doing, with me as a partner. If there is any case related to my kind, refer it to me. And if my Childe Joey Archer finds any corpse in the morgue that could compromise the clan, let her contact me. Do you understand?"- I hoped so, for her own safety!

Britney Loup out of my car.

The blonde detective got out of the car and headed towards the forensic institute hearing the last messages on her voice mail. In the old 1957 Chevrolet convertible, I, the surviving Lafayette twin, grabbed the revolver that belonged to my late brother from inside my purse. -"Oh, Jacques, you would have loved Britney, both of you would have been friends for sure..."- I said to myself in low voice.

There was a subtle reflection in the barrel of the gun, almost like the face of a pale red-haired man with bright green eyes.

-"Ok. Let's get to work."- I said aloud, coming out the car, as if there were more people around me. Were they?

To be continued...

[lafayettenossie]

Mid August, 2024. A flat in Pirate's Alley, French Quarter, New Orleans (Louisiana)

And it's getting dark again... The bedroom is dirty, blood stains everywhere after what happened last night. I don't usually eat directly from my victims, you know, being a Hecata has its disadvantages... but at least now I don't stink like a rotting corpse if I don't want it and I don't look like an extra from The Walking Dead tv shows... Still, I'm a Samedi since my Embrace in 1930, after HIS death...

My bedroom after my last night of blood and sex...

The guy was nice, he didn't even freak out when I subtly let him see my half-open New Orleans Police Homicide Department detective badge and the old Colt M1917 revolver in my bag. He fucked well, but I needed him to solve another matter: to quench my thirst for blood as a Kindred. I loved hearing him scream in pain and panic when my teeth pierced his skin and flesh until he bled. It lasted almost three minutes until he died. Shame...

So now it was time for me to get rid of the body. Luckily, my disciplines as a Hecata made it much easier. I only had to touch her cold, lifeless body and the energies of Oblivion exuded through me would take care of turning it into ash and dust. The rest of the cleaning of that safe house, above Faulkner's bookstore, would be done by Robert Milliner's men. They cleaned up after us Hecatas.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (Hecata way!)

I took a cold shower, allowing my cadaverous form to return for a few moments.

Water on my dead skin.

I began to get dressed when my cell phone started ringing. It was detective Britney Loup, my drunk coworker. I would answer her later... the night was still young!

To be continued...

[lafayettenossie]

For every second of the Multiverse's existence there is an alternate timeline...

In one of those realities, a private detective died in place of his twin sister creating a totally different reality although with bits of the original...

The twisted sister

Marie Louise Lafayette

NOPD Homicide Detective, Voodoo Mambo, clan Hecata (7th generation Samedi bloodline vampire)

"I'm not my f*cking dead brother. I don't give anyone an extra chance!"

Sarcastic, incisive, cruel, life hasn't been kind to Marie Louise. You can expect her help, but maybe not in the way you think!

Original character inspired by my Vampire The Masquerade 5th Edition Chronicle "Crescent City By Night".

WOD - VTM - V5

Hecata Marie Louise Lafayette (since early 2000s)

Due to the themes discussed here (violence, blood, death, suicide, drugs, sex, etc.) these interactions may be considered NSFW, +21 MDNI.

Crossovers and multiverse plots admitted and welcomed.

Her adventures so far.

The Hecata logo.

// I use as F.C.: Jenna Coleman. This is a RP Tumblr parody account blog, I am not her nor do I pretend to be her.